the race is on

This is the second week of my fitness class. Boy am I sore and tired! Okay, it is one thing to get off the couch and do some exercises by yourself. It is another thing to go out with others and exercise. At first, I did not think that a group was for me. I did not want to have the sense of being last because I am so slow. I am do not think anyone felt that way about me or others in the group which is a good thing (if there is, they might through me out). As a matter of fact, there seems to be some kind of bonding with the people in the class. We did some relays tonight. There was a lot of encouragement going on and as I was trying to sprint, I could here "go Kathy, go!" I think when a group of people are doing something together and are sharing the experience, there tends to be more understanding of how one feels and the struggles they have. You develop a sense of compassion and you want everyone to do well together.

Now, as for our the leader of the pack.....well, let's put it this way, he keeps us going!!!!!! (why doesn't he run out of energy?). Just when you think that you have adapted or got used to the exercise... boom, things change. I think he likes the element of surprise and does not want us to know what is next. He combines so many aspects of fitness into the workout you have to think is this cardio, weight, or resistance training or a combination of them all. Oh, oh, oh, he should be proud of himself if his goal was to make us sooooo, sooooo, sore.